[Twilight] Bright sunshine

Just a nightmare.

My throat seemed to be roughly strangled by something, and the pain followed everywhere.The face seemed to be buried in the sand, and the breathing organs disappeared.

I suspect my lungs have escaped me along with the oxygen and are terribly weak.

The headache started to become more obvious, and the bones in the neck were sore that they were about to break, followed by dizziness and coldness. I felt like I was put into a cradle made of ice.The whole world turned upside down, I thought I was thrown into the water, my limbs were tied, and the long waiting for death from drowning made me too heavy to struggle.

I struggled to get out of these messy entanglements, and finally opened my eyes, only to find that my vision was still shaking.

Caius, in his black suit, was holding me, my face against his body.No wonder it's so cold, he's like a natural air conditioner, half of my face next to him is numb.

I was wrapped in a colorful woolen blanket, and I don't know which kind-hearted person handed it over.We... I frowned hard, trying to wake myself up, my nose was completely blocked, and he and I walked up a wide cobblestone road, just passing through an ancient stone door, the morning sun naturally The ground passes through the gaps in the stones, and the long undulating road on the highlands prints patches of orange and yellow on our advancing steps.

The light floats, soundlessly.

In my chaotic vision, everything was muddy and distorted into a strange sight.The green single leaf of ivy climbs on the high yellow and gray wall with the warm sunlight.

Passing through the cave gate is an alley, narrow and dark, with houses overlooking it on both sides and towers clustered in disorder.The semicircular windows were tightly closed, and there was no sign of people.It's so quiet here, so quiet I thought it was just an illusion.

This world is unreal, it is old and full of cracks from time.

The journey was endlessly slow, and Caius walked very steadily, step by step as slow as the speed of an ordinary human being.I heard him whisper softly like a poem, "Yellow Volterra, gray stone, red top of the city wall, I see..."

He's such a fan of scenery, isn't he?I gritted my teeth with a headache, how could I not be so fanatical that I would build a yellow stone coffin and lie in it for people to pay their respects to, I would definitely throw two coppers and wish him a good death.

I always feel that something is wrong. It seems that I always feel that this guy has a good relationship with me in the first half of the sentence, and then I think about my friendship with him, a terrorist, in the second half.

The letters have been thrown away, believers should also voluntarily leave.

Caius finally carried me to the end of the stone alley. There was a small black solid wood door. He pushed it open and walked in.I thought I would see darkness, but my tired and sleepy eyes were instantly greeted with thick light.

Sunlight rushed into this wide tunnel from the huge stone circular windows connected to each other in a turbulent and destructive gesture.The supporting columns of the windows are ancient Greek colonnades, and the yellowed stones are covered with mottled ancient scars.

Outside the window are the grape fields at the foot of Mount Volterra. I belatedly thought, this tunnel with ancient Greek colonnades was built on the side of the mountain, so it won’t collapse after walking too much.

"Claire." Caius' voice was calm, like the transparency of the sun reflecting colorful colors on his face.

He hugged me and walked on this empty and deserted road, as if the road ahead was full of light.

My fingers hidden in the wool blanket were clenched weakly, I squinted my eyes and dared not make a sound, I wanted to protect myself, but I didn't know what to do to make my situation not look so bad.

Perhaps the better news is that my body seems to have reached its limit after going through the time when I was most afraid of Caius, and now my body can no longer reflexively experience collapsed emotions towards this perverted vampire.

At least it won't make my hair stand on end every time I see him, which is really uncomfortable.

"You're awake." His silky and thin voice seemed to be sighing, but the tone was very flat.

I think he must not like his sissy voice, so he has practiced the way of speaking super fast and cold, which will make his words sound more like a tyrant giving orders.

He wants to order anyone and anyone to crawl at his feet and beg for mercy. This is the character information revealed by his way of speaking.

And he spoke to me, a little softly?

It was an illusion, and I continued to keep my mouth tightly shut with no expression on my face.

"Do you like it here?" Caius didn't need my reply at all, he began to talk to himself, "I told you in the letter, one of the places I hate the most, there is almost no day here except cloudy days It's not sunny, and none of them know that building this passage is a shameful waste. Apart from being ornamental, it is useless for concealing enemies. Volterra Castle does not need such a well-lit place. Disgusting."

Dear Clare...

How I want to destroy the big windows facing that ancient land one by one, let it collapse in the palm of my hand.

Even though the surrounding property that belonged to us can be directly seen from the window, it is not a small fortune, although wealth sounds boring to useless.

……

I suddenly remembered the letters he had written before, and stared wide-eyed at the entire Tuscan pastoral land outside the window.

If the scenery I saw here belonged to the man holding me, I guess the whole of Volterra would be their real estate.Wealth is evil, don't make me think about what you evil vampires have done to own so much land.

"This place doesn't look so annoying now." Caius said sharply again, self-contradictions abound in his words, and he is more calm than his face-changing.

I quietly put my hand on my chest again, and he looked like he didn't know what I was doing under the wool blanket.My chest was cold, I was still very tired, and my brain was tossing between sobriety and pain.

This action will make me feel better, I don't feel safe right now.

The smell of Caius was intertwined with the sunlight, wrapping around me bit by bit.It was a smell that permeated from the man's fingertips to his hair, from the almost wrinkle-free black suit, to his glowing skin.

I thought of the word temptation, as long as he calms down and there is no sharp violent evil in his eyes, this feeling will be infinitely magnified.

A dreadful talent that is more disturbing than wealth.

This feeling can occasionally be felt in Edward and the others, inadvertently with a look in his eyes and a natural sitting posture.While frightening, it is forcing human beings to sink.

I tried to breathe as slowly as possible, and hid my face under the blanket. The side of my body close to him was cold, and the side close to the sun was hot.The ice and fire are mixed together, and the pain is unbearable.

At least it is better than the physical condition on the plane. I hope Edward can fulfill my wish. He can hear me screaming in my heart before leaving, and make up a valid reason to explain my disappearance.Don't tell the truth, Sergeant Swann, your Claire was taken away by a crazy vampire, and you are sad.

Edward wouldn't be stupid enough to say that, because he knew it would just make Charlie drag him to the Bureau for interrogation to prove he was sane.

Charlie, I'm gritting my teeth, my eyes numb from the light.Don't cry, I'm breathing hard to hold back any inappropriate emotions.Had to find a way to survive and get back safely to Forks to tell Charlie I was all right.it is necessary.

Bella hasn't come back to him yet, so he's just me now.I can't make him sad and hopeless, I love him.

Caius stopped his slow steps. He stood under the shadow of the pillar between the stone windows and looked down at me expressionlessly.The red in the eyes became darker the closer it was to the center of the pupil, which gave his vision a frightening sense of oppression.

"Claire, didn't I tell you? I will burn all the wicked who ignore my words. They are a bunch of shameless, ungrateful, dark-hearted arrogant guys. They will never hear the words of the righteous. The sound can only be hidden in the dirty and small corners. And I will be responsible for dragging them out of those small holes one by one with an iron hook and throwing them into the fire. Seeing their souls in pain burnt up howling, if they had souls."

Caius' tone was flat and ferocious. He deliberately slowed down his proud speech, and the words were too natural to bring out the murderous aura that made the bone marrow chill.

I stared at him silently, looking at him with distaste, loosened the fingers that were clenched in front of my chest, and then squeezed them back hard.

He lowered his eyelids and half-closed his rabbit eyes with a serene expression, if one ignores his habitually fierce frown.

"Hello, sir, what help do you need." Finally, I said.The tip of my tongue was bitter, and the skin of my lips was wrinkled. I finally spit out these words hoarsely from my tightly closed lips. The pain in my throat was clearly expressed through the turbidity of my voice.

I'm afraid that if I don't speak again, he will drag me, an evil, dark-hearted guy, out with an iron hook and burn him to death.

What a bliss it is to suddenly find out that I am delirious with a high fever, at least in my nightmares that don't include turning into a vampire on a barbecue skewer.

Caius looked inexplicable, he seemed to be enduring something, his teeth were clenched and the corners of his mouth were straight.Then he suppressed it, regained his composure, and then he whispered softly, his pale face stiff as stone, "I just want you to see my wealth, Claire."

The sun is as fierce as a thorn, growing wildly from the sunny days of Tuscany.The ancient Greek pillars dragged down a long shadow coldly. After Caius finished speaking, he started to walk again and continued on the long road between light and shadow.

Author has something to say: Caius: "Author, we need to talk about life."

Author: "That's a problem."

Caius: "Because Mao Claire has no amnesia at all, and my proud golden finger is useless at all. Are you going to confuse it like this?"

Author: "That's a problem."

Caius: "Don't tell me that the so-called gold fingers are actually rusty gold-plated things?"

Author "...that's a problem."

Caius;..., "Come here, drag it out and burn it to death!"

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There was a call in the afternoon.To be honest, I deleted and wrote, wrote and deleted, but the last thing I wrote was still this kind of psychological description and scene description.

Please forgive me for being procrastinating and literary.At least now I really can't make that much progress.Oops